It Is My End

How often can I speak the untruth When around me the time is Playing its cruel game; How often will I cry in the dark When in the quagmire of Dishonesty I lost my name; Age has become like dim light for Me now, threatening to go off At any uncertain moment; Powdered face can't give back the Youth to play truant with love And later falsely lament; Darkness around me is thickening The load star is running away From my fading eyesight; Upon the leaf of time I am going to Write down my last word and For me, it would always be night.